i used to throw up when i’d start to feel life too much. i haven’t thrown up because of that in over a year. i’ve either learned how to manage these feelings better, or i’ve just stopped feeling as much. i’m afraid it’s the latter. and i think i’d rather throw up and feel a lot than feel nothing and never throw up.
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Tour has officially started! I’m opening for Works Progress Administration (Sean and Sara Watkins of Nickel Creek and Glen Phillips of Toad The Wet Sprocket) on their West Coast run of shows. This pic is from our show last night at Doug Fir in Portland.
My poster made the girls bathroom wall!!! I guess that’s better than my number making the wall.
More blogs coming soon.
say ANYTHING
I wish there was a sequal to “Say Anything”. I want to know what happened to Lloyd Dobler and Diane Court. In my imagination there was a nasty break up with several illegitimate children.
I think the sequal would be more positive and uplifting and with less illegitimate children.
it’s 3:45am! i wanted to go to bed at 11pm and it’s 3:45am. i am having one of those nights where i feel like there isn’t enough time to fit in everything that needs to get done. who knew being a full time musician was so much work?
i’m going to force myself to go see a movie tomorrow with the bear (my affectionate nickname for my mother, when i’m not calling her by her given name, mary). i say “force” not because it will be a chore to go to a movie with my mother. no, i say “force” because there is so much to be done and i am finding myself thinking that going to a movie would be a waste of precious time.
a waste of precious time? seriously? am i that busy? am i so busy that i can’t take 90 minutes out of my day to hang out with my mom and take my mind off all the crazy things that are running through my brain? i REFUSE to be THAT busy.
tomorrow (well today really) i will go to a movie with the bear and i will take 90 minutes to turn my brain off to the crazy rigmarole of life. and those 90 minutes will be wonderful and rigmarole free.
what sort of word is rigmarole anyway? who came up with that? GREAT! another thing to add to my brain. stupid rigmarole.
xo
mj
house concert AUDIO update
I’m on the road. Driving from Seattle to Sacramento to play a house concert. This house concert tour has been going great! Email me if you are interested in hosting a house concert (I don’t care what part of the country you live in…we’ll make it happen) and/or email me if you have any house concert questions. molly@mollyjenson.com
Enjoy my audio blog from the road :)
So this morning I woke up at 8am. Way too early for me when I went to bed at 2am. But my dreams were so vivid that I had to write them down. So, here is what I dreamt about last night.
I was hanging out with Oprah ad Gayle at a pub for Oprah’s birthday. Somehow we became friends that night and I didn’t want to be cheesy and give her one of my CD’s but I knew I just had to give her one. So, I did. But I also sang her happy birthday. Someone else was there. Maybe one of my friends, but I can’t remember who that friend was. I think I was too busy focusing on the fact that Oprah and I were new friends. Oh and Gayle of course.
Then my dream changed and I dreamt that I was with Kelly Slater (Pro Surfer) at a train station. We were walking down the platform with his arm around my shoulder (mind you, I don’t find this man attractive in the least bit) and he was trying to explain something about the trains to me. I asked him a question that apparently I should’ve known the answer to and he looked at me and said (in a sarcastic tone), “Are you growing up?” Then I woke up.
